Naturally, he would not fall to his death. The next second, Spider-Silk pulled him back up, and even the bottle and cigarette were still stuck to his hands.
At the sight of Deathstroke, he lowered his head in shame. After taking off his mask, his eyes reddened as he said:
"Sorry, Mr. Wilson. I didn't mean to skip school. It's just that I smoked... I felt so ashamed that I didn't know where to go, so I came to find Mr. Stark and see if he could help. But he wasn't home, so I... waited here for him."
"What's so shameful about it?" Su Ming removed his own mask, sat beside the boy, and patted the space next to him to signal him to sit. "You used to be a good kid. You didn't smoke or drink. You know drinking under twenty-one is illegal, right?"
"This is Butterbeer. Druid Master gave it to me and said kids could drink it too." Peter showed him the bottle and rubbed his eyes. "I've been feeling terrible, so I wanted to numb myself. But this stuff doesn't have any alcohol at all. The more I drank, the more awake I got. Waaah!"
As he spoke, he covered his face again. The so-called cigarette in his other hand was actually just a piece of candy.
But clearly, the sugar had not made him any happier. He was still deeply upset.
"You still haven't told me what exactly is so shameful." Su Ming patted the boy's back and urged him to tell him. "You know, anything Tony can do, I can definitely do too—and better than him."
"Then, Mr. Wilson, you have to promise not to laugh at me first."
Peter raised his head, his face so red it was nearly the same color as